I'm not sure that'll work. [Airy puffs out her cheeks as Airy begins to sip at his coffee. Her head rests lightly on his shoulder, her hips scouting against his side so she can sit close to him and not jostle his drink.]

Last time we met... well, she interrupted. Kind of. Then made me admit that I liked the way it felt. [A light defeated sigh seeped from Airy's lips like a deflated balloon.] I never really thought I liked girls before. I mean, I'm sure it's fine but I didn't think that was me.

I don't like it but my head says one thing and my body says something else. [It's confusing and Airy isn't sure what to do about it.] And I don't like her. As a person, however she makes me feel. I hate her.

It's all so frustrating.

[She needs more coffee.]